On Friday She Wears Red

On Sundays, she wears her best
bright Spring floral dress
On Mondays she wears sweats
Tuesdays, it’s anyone’s guess
Wednesdays – T-Shirt, and jeans,
Meets her girlfriends for drinks
Thursdays she’s in white cotton
Sometimes she’ll mix in yellows & pinks

But on Friday she wears red
It’s her favorite to wear on a date
It’s the night she lets loose
And doesn’t watch her weight
She has a light salad for dinner
It’s a tradition she does every week
On Friday she wears red
That’s what makes her unique

Nursing school wasn’t easy
She pushed herself to get all A’s
Her wardrobe is so predictable
Wore uniforms in her school days
All the patients in ER love her
She’s all that and a bag of chips
All the men she meets at the clubs
Want to kiss those crimson lips

All week she wears whatever
And she always looks great
She saves her best for every Friday
In case she meets her future mate

On Friday she wears red
It’s her favorite to wear on a date
It’s the one night she lets loose
And doesn’t watch her weight
Whether at a nightclub or a honky-tonk
The men like her seductive look
On Friday she wears red
And acting out fantasies from a book

That’s when she’s acting out her fantasies
from the pages of her favorite erotic book.

2017

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Cute Klutzy Girl

There she is
Walkin’ down the hall
She’s kinda shy
Also skinny & tall
She doesn’t know
I’ve liked her from afar
She’s the funniest girl I’ve ever known
And she writes songs on her guitar

Cute klutzy girl
She’s so awkward like me
I wonder if she walks home alone
And if she’s boyfriend-free
Cute klutzy girl
Her friends are brainy too
One day I’ll text her iPhone
And she if she likes me too
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
One day I’ll text her iPhone
And see if she likes me too

We’re just kids
In the Seventh Grade
I don’t know why
I love her long braid
And her laugh
The way she trips all the time
I’ll carry all her books for her
Just so she would be mine

She likes to read and so do I
She has a cool bike and her socks are knee high
And those eyes, they’re brighter than the sun
When she replies, I hope she says I’m the one

Cute klutzy girl
She’s so awkward like me
I wonder if she walks home alone
And if she’s boyfriend-free
Cute klutzy girl
Her friends are brainy too
One day I’ll text her iPhone
And she if she likes me too
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
Cute klutzy girl
Oooooooooooo
One day I’ll text her iPhone
And see if she likes me too

2017

Lyric Inspiration: In the movie called “They Came Together” with Amy Poehler & Paul Rudd, they say that Amy’s character is called a “Cute, Klutzy Girl,” and I loved that. I knew girls like that, and they are everywhere. So where better to set this than the year my daughter Grace is in school?  I think it’s about 7th Grade and this boy has a crush- which, hmmmmm I went through all the time. It was surprisingly easy to write. A fun self-assignment. Disney, it’s your move. 🙂

KDG

He was his aftershave, he wore Mom’s favorite – Bay Rum
He was his passion, coaching – Great advice, he gave me some
He was his religion, a Catholic through and through
He was his parents who survived the Depression and World War II

He was that one room schoolhouse he went to – Emigrant Gap
He was his favorite San Francisco 49ers baseball cap
He was all three boys of his, that includes yours truly
He was more than a slight improvement to our family tree

He had a smile that brightened even the saddest of days
He made time for me a lot, we’d go on little getaways
He was the only Father I’d ever wanted and had
He liked it when I called him “Pops” or “Dad”

We both were right handers, unlike my Mom & brothers
When he was with me, he wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout his druthers
Now I look at both my daughters and I hope they’ll see
The Dad I’ve always hoped I could be

He was those cashmere V Neck sweaters he’d wear a lot
He was those aloha shirts he wore when it would get hot
He was the kind of man who was always cookin’ up a plan
and he was a dedicated San Francisco Giants fan

He was that man who many went to for advice or just to talk
His point of view was like the cliffs near the Boardwalk
He was the deck he built with Gramps when I was a child
When he was laughing, I’d laugh, and when he smiled, I smiled

When he was in his bed during his last dying days
I’d look at his eyes, he had a glossy gray gaze
There were stickers with visitors names up on a board
On the last day I saw him, I told him he should run to the Lord

His initials were KDG, his name was Kenneth David Gray
He is a huge reason why I am the man you see today
He taught me about tennis, about how great life can be
I was so glad he was alive to enjoy my family

Now, my daughters, they talk about him, they miss him a lot
For he was our fearless leader and yet he wasn’t a big shot
He was a good man through and through, did the best he could
I am thankful for what he taught me during my childhood

And as I sit here tonight in the front room of our house
I think about the time he introduced my girls to Mickey Mouse
I think about all our good times and memories
He may be gone for good, but he’s guiding me

My Dad, My dear Father, My good friend – Good ol’ KDG.

2017

Inspired by my Father, Kenneth David Gray. I think that says it all.

When We’re Well to Do

Cameras will be everywhere
Everything will be brand new
Many checks we’ll be cashing
When we’re well to do

I’ll take you out on the weekends
Velvet ropes, we’ll walk right through
We’ll be incredibly amazing
When we’re well to do

They’ll wonder how we did it
How we made all that dough
They’ll wanna hear the secrets
How we’re running the show
They’ll wanna hear our stories
They’ll demand selfies & autographs
and we’ll be lots of laughs

Life will be so different
from our point of view
But inside we’ll feel the same
When we’re well to do
When we’re well to do

Homes, there will be many
I might even get into Kung Fu
The past they’ll be rehashing
When we’re well to do

We’ll fly First Class to Paris
It’ll be a dream coming true
We’ll be a wildfire that’s blazing
When we’re well to do

They’ll wonder how we did it
They’ll assume a lot of things
They’ll ask you what you’re wearing
and about your expensive earrings
They’ll wanna know all the details
We won’t have privacy anymore
Everything will be paid for

We won’t be that different
They’ll speculate if we always knew
we were headed for riches & fame
When we’re well to do

We’ll be masters of our game
When we’re well to do
When we’re well to do.

2017

The Road To You

I met many girls when I was young
There are so many songs I have sung
So many things I said weren’t true
All along the road to you

Spent time in the Sierras with family
One Summer it was just Grandma & me
So much heartache, I’ve been through
All along the road to you

And I wasn’t sure we’d find each other
I didn’t know it would take that long
I didn’t think that I had it in my soul
to be persistent, faithful ‘n strong
And here you are on this perfect night
Your lovin’ smile is so beautiful & bright
Feels so good with you on cruise control
You’re the reason why I sit n write a song

We’re enjoying our meals n sippin’ that wine
This ain’t no lie, everything is fine
The journey here wasn’t that ideal
But nothing ever is to something real

And if I end up alone on a country lane
running for my life from a Cat 5 hurricane
I won’t have to pray about what I have to do
I’ll feel blessed that I’m on the road to you

I’ll be at peace
’cause I’ll be on that road to you.

2017

Lyric Notes: The Cat 5 Hurricane line was inspired by the current issues going on in Florida. I wish everyone well down there and hope you are with your loved ones.

Cookout Chips

Verse 1:

If I was a Santa Cruz County Fair corn dog
She’d be that yellow mustard on top
If I was a half slab of St. Louis ribs
She’d be the barbecue sauce

If I was a crispy Chik-Fil-A sandwich
She’d be the pickle on the bun
If I was a bucket of movie popcorn
She’d be the mints added for fun

Chorus:

She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois Summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s a sweet good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips

Verse 2:

If I was an old tire swing hung by a tree
She’d be the branch tied to the rope
If I was a steamy refreshing shower
She’d be that bar of artisan made soap

If I was a fresh Florida orange
She’d be that protective peel
If I was one of her students
She’d be teaching me how to feel

Chorus:

She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s the good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips

Bridge:

And I know no matter who I meet in this little life
There’s no one else like her, my amazing wife

Chorus:

She’s a cool watermelon on an Illinois summer night
She’s a Malibu and Coke with ice made just right
She’s a California sunset in Mid-July
She’s even those Midnight skinny dips
She’s the nachos at our Nephew’s ball game
She’s a sweet good night kiss at the end of a date
She’s my unknown future, she’s my fate
She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips

She’s all that and a bag of cookout chips.

2017

Lyric Notes: Last night we saw Lee Brice and company at the Corn Crib in Normal, IL and I had started this lyric before we went. This morning, inspired by our date night, I woke up, made some Folger’s Coffee and finished this. Enjoy!

Kathleen of Fiddler’s Green

It was in Fiddler’s Green
Where I met dear Kathleen
She had emerald eyes
Her cherry hair was so clean

I chased her through prairies
Of shamrocks and fairies
Who’d follow her like flies
The only daughter of an Irish Queen

Kathleen was from Fiddler’s Green, dear friends
Kathleen was from Fiddler’s Green
Let’s drink another round for that lass
Kathleen of Fiddler’s Green

I was not your typical knight
I taught myself to read ‘n write
She was elegant and so wise
She was a fair and true delight

We often talked through the night
She had a sensitive kind of insight
She was of an almost similar size
She loved it when I’d recite

Sonnets written by Shakespeare
Verses and Couplets by William Blake
We’d sometimes set up camp
By our favorite cool and calm lake

Oh, how I cared for that sweet lass
She was upset I acted so mean
I pray she’ll one day forgive me
Fair Kathleen of Fiddler’s Green

Kathleen was from Fiddler’s Green, dear friends
Kathleen was from Fiddler’s Green
I’ll ne’er regret nor will I ever forget
Kathleen of Fiddler’s Green.

2017

Lyric Notes:  I knew a girl named Kathleen Connair in the 2nd Grade at Holy Cross School in Santa Cruz, and thought what a fun thing to do… write a song based around her name.  I’ve seen plenty of songs with Kathleen in the title, I am sure one more would not hurt.